Youtube One-Shots

Words

(I think it's safe to say everything I write in here is phan)

Genre: Angst, a lil bit of fluff

Trigger Warnings: Again, existential crisis talk, language

Summary: How does a person describe those words you feel but can't explain?

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Third Person POV:

     Sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

As Dan walked down the street, he couldn't help but feel different. Every person he passed, he wondered how important things were in their point of view. He wondered how important the elections were, or how important other people were to them. Were they thinking of him? And how important things were in his perspective?

Is that how relationships and friendships start? People see other people and then talk to them because they wonder about them? Is that how things happen? God, how would Dan explain this feeling?

Phil was walking down the pavement, coffee and phone balanced in his hand. He saw a boy walking along next to him, almost seemingly following him. He looked confused, sad even. Phil didn't even think he noticed they were walking together. He was so concentrated on staring at the sidewalk and keeping his steps in between the cracks in pavement.

Phil cleared his throat, causing the boy to look at him, his neck tilting slightly due to confusion. He stepped back, mouth hanging open slightly. Phil smiled at him and he visibly relaxed, walking next to him once more.

The boy still seemed slightly off, scrunching his eyebrows as he placed his headphones on his ears. Phil shrugged and did the same.

Dan was thinking about the boy walking next to him. When did he get those glasses? Was his hair naturally black, or did he dye it? What caused him to dye it? Why was he so beautiful? And why did Dan have an urge to kiss him?

Phil was suddenly thinking about the boy walking next to him. Why did he seem so sad? What made him wear all black? And why did he seem so distant?

And they're all questions that wouldn't be answered, because eventually one of them turned the road and they never saw each other again.

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Opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

All Dan saw was two oceans staring back at him, daring him to say something. He couldn't break eye contact with Phil, he simply couldn't. He felt strange, invasive. Although it was a good feeling of being invasive, if there even was one.

Phil looked unsure of what he was doing. Did he want to kiss Dan? Did Dan want to kiss Phil? One thing was for sure, they were way too close to be considered friendly anymore. Hell, they were practically fucking kissing. And he didn't mind it. He knew he should, but he didn't, and he was in love with Dan. He knew he was.

All they could do was stare, and wonder, until one of them broke contact. Dan felt vulnerable. He felt as if Phil was studying every movement of his, just drinking him in, trying to figure out his emotions. He hated it, but he couldn't help but love it.

Phil smirked slightly as his breath ghosted over Dan's mouth, causing him to shudder. He didn't know what he was doing or why he was doing it. Both of their breathing was shaky. They didn't know what they were doing at this point. It was like they were drunk off of the other's stare. They loved it. It hurt so horribly, but they loved it. Craved it.